Meanwhile, beneath a starry sky, Ye Fan was fighting several subordinates of the Dark Supremes. After slaughtering those before him, he slowly charged out like a Slaughter God!
Glancing at the dead, he could not help asking coldly:
"You ants who followed the Supremes into hiding in the Restricted Areas want to come out and pick up easy spoils now? Let me tell you, that's impossible. Today, you're certain to die."
The Great Sages and Quasi-Emperors from the various Restricted Areas looked exceedingly grim at those words. Glancing at Ye Fan before them, they charged forward to kill him again.
"We are all servants of Ancient Emperors and Great Emperors. Since something has happened to them, we should serve them. You pitiful creatures are still putting up a stubborn resistance here, but you won't succeed."
"You do have something of a Great Emperor's bearing. If we don't destroy you today, we're unworthy of being inheritors of the Restricted Areas. I'll show you what true despair means."
Ye Fan watched the servants of the Restricted Areas charging at him again, not a trace of expression on his face. With a sweep of his hand, a small, pitch-black bell appeared in his grasp.
Glancing at the surrounding starry sky, he struck it hard with his fist. At once, powerful peals of the bell spread in all directions! Before one Quasi-Emperor could even approach, his body abruptly dissolved into bloody liquid. Awed by that terrifying power, several terrifying beings nearby retreated tens of thousands of meters at the sight.
"No wonder you're so confident. You actually possess Great Emperor Wushi's Supreme Imperial Weapon. This is unbelievable. Wasn't that fellow rumored to have already gone to the Immortal Realm?"
"With a Supreme Imperial Weapon in this brat's hands, we can't possibly match him.